If but a dim sail glimmer'd in the sun;

But never more, to bless his longing sight,

Was Outalissi hail'd, his bark and plumage bright.

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Whose lofty verdure overlook'd his lawn ;

And waters to their resting-place serene

Came fresh'ning, and reflecting all the scene : (A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves:) So sweet a spot of earth you might (I ween)

Have guess'd some congregation of the elves,

To sport by summer moons, had shaped it for themselves.

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Yet wanted not the eye far scope to muse,

Nor vistas open'd by the wand'ring stream;

Both where at evening Alleghany views,

Through ridges burning in her western beam,

Lake after lake interminably gleam:

And past those settlers' haunts the eye might roam,
Where earth's unliving silence all would seem ;

Save where on rocks the beaver built his dome,

Or buffalo remote low'd far from human home.